Tyrant Stalker (Tyrant Dynasty 2)

After their makeout session is over, Elise falls to her knees in front of Raphael. He looks right at me as he unzips his pants, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of looking at his cock. Instead, I allow my gaze to penetrate him, wishing he'd turn to stone as he smirks at me.

"You left me waiting long enough, Dove," he tells me. "Any other man would've given up faster than me. So today, you get to watch what you can't have anymore. But Elise can, isn't that right, Elise?"

The blonde looks at me over her shoulder, smiling sweetly as she nods. "Mm-hmm."

I can feel my cheeks igniting. Before I get a good chance to look, Raphael's cock disappears from sight as Elise starts to suck on it. Wetness fills my mouth, as if I'm the one pleasing him. I clear my throat, desperately shutting my eyes closed so I'm not forced to look at them go at it in front of me. But then the noises start.

Elise's desperate moans with her throat filled to the brim.

Raphael muttering curse words in Spanish, choking her as she sucks him off. My blood boils at the sight of them. I want to fucking slap her and scream at him to stop, but my pride won’t let me. Instead, I furrow my brows and continue to glare as she slobbers all over her own chest. Raphael pulls his cock out of her and spins her around so she's facing me. Elise's blue eyes glitter as they meet mine.

"Look what you can't have, Dove," she purrs, making me want to explode with jealousy.

But am I really jealous? If this were Nox, I would've already ripped her eyeballs out, somehow. But not with Raphael. Yes, I'm upset, but it's more about losing my position of power and feeling uncomfortable because I'm being forced to watch them fuck. I don't want to watch, and yet I can't look away. It's like a train-wreck.

Raphael pushes her to the floor and the bitch lifts her ass for him. He lifts her dress clear and gets on his knees behind her. Elise's long pink claws dig into the carpet as he fucks her and she moans his name over and over again. I want to rip myself out of these restraints, but the more I struggle, the tighter they seem to get.

"Keep watching," Elise purrs in her annoying Barbie voice. "He's never fucked you like this, has he?"

"Let me go,” I mumble through the gag. "Let me go right now. Or I'm calling the cops and telling them what you did to me."

"It's just a kinky game," Raphael smirks, thrusting into her.

"You're fucking with my head."

He pulls out of the blonde and pulls up his boxers. Then, he approaches me, eyes narrowed into dark, burning slits. "I thought that's what you like, little bird."

I want to fucking kick him but instead I struggle in the chair, doing everything I can to break free. Raphael finally rushes to my side as the chair topples over, with me still strapped to its legs.

"Stop fighting it," he mutters as he frees my hands. "I'm only trying to help you."

The moment I'm free again, I rip the gag from my mouth and spring away from him, avoiding the weight of his dark brown eyes. My heart speeds up with the betrayal that still feels so fresh.

"How could you do this to me?" I hiss at Raphael.

"I thought you didn't even care about me, little bird."

"Don't call me that!" My voice rings out, deafening in its intensity. I press my palms over my ears and groan as the sound drowns out everything else happening in my head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Raphael makes a grab for me but I push him away and race to the elevator. He calls out after me but I ignore him, continuing to push my finger against the elevator button. When it finally arrives, I'm instantly inside, praying the doors will shut before Raphael can catch up with me. And they do.

Calming music begins to play over the elevator and I take a deep, healing breath as the descent begins. My heart is still faster than I thought possible, hammering in my chest and reminding me with each beat what I've just been through. It doesn't even compare to all the shit Nox has put me through, but I'm still angry with Raphael, feeling the fresh sting of his betrayal cut deep.

The elevator doors slide open and I stumble into the lobby. The lights are bright and the doorman is saying something to me, but I'm not paying any of it any mind. Instead, I stumble through the lobby until the fresh air hits me hard, like a punch to the gut. I take off running without a goal in sight. In my effort to get away, I left my purse at Raphael's. That's going to bite me in the ass later, I just know it.